My Thursdays with Oakley 6 - Seven minutes in heaven
Next Thursday – Party at Owen´s, 9 p.m. Pick you up at 8.45. Positive to find a challenge there. Still blue balls – fyi.
I was surprised by how quickly Oakley contacted me after I had him thrown out of my apartment.
Just the next day, Friday noon, he texted me, as if nothing had happened.
Well, obviously Oakley could handle a bit of frustration. What I had planned for the week after, otherwise, would test his tolerance a lot more. So for the coming Thursday, the day of the party, I would let him consider himself safe, falsely of course, believing I had already taken out my anger on him with that funny little episode in my bedroom. Poor guy. I almost pitied him now. Not really. Fucker had to pay. Period.